The Wedding ~ NaruSasu

Drinking Away the Sorrow

My phone blared. My heart almost thumped out of its chest, in hopes that it was Sasuke, but it turned out to be Shikamaru. "Ah... Hello?" I held the phone closely to my ear.

"Your next assignment will be due in a few days, and I haven't seen you and Sasuke talk at all, so I just wanted to let you know that you need to work on this. Is everything okay?" Shikamaru asked, with the sound of sizzling of a cigarette.

I was at home, Hinata gone yet again. I was alone, doing nothing but staring at a wall and imagining different situations of Sasuke and me.

"I'm... Fine." I muttered through the phone quietly. there wouldn't be a point in being honest. What would I have to gain? He's merely a coworker and boss.

"...I saw you walk out. You were looking around. For Sasuke right?" Shikamaru inhaled the chemicals inside the cigarette, letting out a loud sigh.

God damn he's smart.

"Something like that." I held the phone close to my ear, looking in my fridge for alcohol. It would be a perfect night to drink.

Damn it, nothing? ...whatever, I'll go to a bar.

"You guys are fighting aren't you? And after I thought you guys were just getting friendly--"

"I've gotta go. See ya." I cut him off and hung up. I didn't wanna talk about Sasuke anymore. I wanted to drink away my sorrow at that point.

I took a drive to the nearest bar, the one me and Hinata go to a lot. Although she usually would end up so drunk that she would cling to me the whole night. And... Sasuke was right. She was abnormally loud every time.

Give me a fucking break, Sasuke? He's an asshole. I only agree because he stated a fact.

I sighed, walking inside the quiet bar with the sound of muffled talking and clinging cups and silverware. The bar happened to have a restaurant, so I could eat there before drinking.

"One whiskey, please." I sat on the bar stool, placing my head into my hand.

"Whiskey coming up!" The man said with a grin. He looked at me like he knew me, somehow? But he doesn't. Ughh, I'm gonna go crazy...

I checked my phone, seeing no notifications and the last messages between me and Sasuke being that time when I was sick.

My heart thumped as I thought of what happened. I licked the ridges on the cup, sipping on the whiskey.

Fuck it.

I gulped lots of whiskey, in hopes to forget about him. Gulping and gulping, the cup went empty. "...another please." I handed the cup to the weird man with brown hair, the tag on him named "Kiba".

Kiba Inuzuka?... What a joke....

"Haha.... I hate everyone so fucking much. This world sucks." I hiccuped to myself, gulping down another bottle of whiskey after.

"S-sir!" The man tried taking the cup from me. "That's enough, no more for you." He took the cup, moving it away.

"Aaaggghhhh, you fucking idiot!! Give it back.... Ahh, I hate you all sho much..." I slurred, yelling loudly.

"Give it back!" I reached, suddenly my hand being frozen in air. A pale hand reached onto it.

"...you might even be worse than Hinata..." The pale man sighed, holding my wrist tightly.

Who.. is that? He doesn't look half bad.

"W-who the hell are you?! Let go of me!" I pulled my arm, but he kept his grip.

Eventually I ripped his hand off me, standing up, about to leave before noticing his body. Bite marks. They look familiar. Why can't I place my finger on it? He seems so familiar, but it's not ringing a bell. Hickeys. Bite marks. Those dark, dark eyes...

"...you don't need to know who I am." He turned his head, his glare cold.

"Hmph... Hey.. you look kind of...." My eyes widened as I felt this sudden rush of lust to across my body.

I saw him look down, his eyes widening too. "Ah... What the fuck..." The man jumped back, his face a bit red. He almost walked away, but I quickly grabbed his arm.

My body... Feels really hot...

"You, whatever your name is! Don't walk away from me yet!!" I slurred, shouting once again.

"Ughh, leave me the hell alone!" The man groaned.

"Hey... Not yet... I want to ask you a favor."